"Boss, your phone is ringing."
Qu Yanting was sitting in the co-pilot seat, wearing an Italian linen shirt, the oatmeal color of the shirt turned creamy under the sunlight, the sleeves were rolled up in two, and there was a brown antique watch on his exposed wrist.
Tilting his head slightly, Qu Yanting's face was reflected in the exterior rearview mirror. The complexion is fair, the slightly long hair has been brushed with hairspray, revealing a clean forehead and neat eyebrows, and a pair of square sunglasses on the bridge of the nose. Half of his face was hidden under the lens, and no expression could be seen.
The phone kept ringing, and Yu Nan, the driving assistant, reminded again: "Boss, won't you answer it?"
Qu Yanting finally reacted, raised his hand, and the mobile phone with ringing and vibrating was held between his fingers. The incoming call showed "Ren Shu", and Qu Yanting's thumb rested on the screen, and three or four seconds later, he slid the call button.
Yu Nan sighed silently, and said in his heart: It's hard work.
As soon as it was connected, Ren Shu's voice came from the phone, full of energy, and sounded like a man in a good mood: "Hello? Yan Ting, it's me, are you leaving yet?"
Qu Yanting's back left the seat, and the other hand was released from the state of empty grip, covering her thigh, and rubbing back and forth a wrinkle on the trousers. He glanced at the road sign outside the window and replied, "We're almost at the airport."
Ren Shu said happily: "Okay, I'll send a car to pick you up at the airport, do you want to go directly to the hotel or come to the crew first?"
Qu Yanting asked, "Where are you?"
Ren Shu replied: "I'm on location today. If you go to the crew, I'll call it a day and wait for your visit."
Qu Yanting said: "Don't delay work, I'll go to the hotel."
"Alright, you go back to the hotel to rest for two hours, see you in the evening." Ren Shu calculated the time, "I must eat hot pot at night, I will book a seat in advance."
After a few words, Qu Yanting slowly relaxed his straight back, leaned back on the seat, and said in a more relaxed tone, "Okay, I'll see you tonight when you finish work."
The car drove into the road in front of the airport terminal, pulled over and turned off the engine.
After hanging up the line, Qu Yanting unbuckled his seat belt and ordered, "Let me know the hotel you booked later. The refrigerator is full of black coffee, and the cans will do."
Yu Nan has been with Qu Yanting for seven years, and has been an assistant since the establishment of Qu Yanting's "Smoke and Cloud Studio on Paper". He knows all of Qu Yanting's habits and said: "I have been notified. Boss, take care of your rest and don't stay up too late. "
Qu Yanting was deaf to the wind, wondering if it was the off-season or the peak season for tourism, whether there were many tourists, and he didn't like to meet many people in the hotel.
"The room is 6206, a suite on the top floor of the hotel. There are not many rooms on that floor, so don't worry." Yu Nan took the initiative to answer, "I don't know the date, I booked it for a week first."
Qu Yanting is also not sure, the length of the construction period depends on whether the progress is smooth. He threw the house key on the center console and said, "Help me feed the cat and water the flowers, the house might be a little messy."
I have been an assistant for many years, but the number of times Yu Nan went to Qu Yanting's residence was quite limited, unless Qu Yanting was on a business trip for a long time. He picked up the key and said, "Then I'll help clean it up."
"No need." Qu Yanting was not polite, "I like messing around."
Yu Nansan nodded, and received an email on his mobile phone, which contained maintenance instructions for more than a dozen kinds of plants and precautions for feeding cats.
"Got it?" Qu Yanting installed the phone, "Old rules, send emails if you have something to do, don't send messages, and call me again if it's urgent."
Yu Nan was familiar with Qu Yanting's habits by heart, but he still couldn't help complaining in his heart. He called you urgently. When you got through, he was probably seriously burned.
Qu Yanting glanced at his watch, it was time to go, and finally ordered: "Choose a gift and send it to Team Leader Zhang, who is reviewing the film. The budget is not more than 100,000. He knows what it means."
Yu Nan assured, "I'll remember it, don't worry, Boss."
Qu Yanting clicked into the airport, and his suitcase was checked in. He only carried an H-brand black phantom, and the manuscripts he needed to read during the flight were in the bag.
After the security check, there was no time to wait for the plane, and he was almost the last passenger to board the cabin.
Qu Yanting likes the process of flying. He can turn off his mobile phone in broad daylight without worrying about receiving text messages or calls suddenly. The moment the screen goes black makes him feel at ease and relaxed.
The plane taxis and takes off.
The city is condensed into the appearance of an integrated circuit, and then buried in the lingering clouds.
In the quiet first-class cabin, some people were reading and some were listening to music. Qu Yanting was concentrating on reading a manuscript with a pen between his fingers, marking and revising it from time to time.
Everyone did their own thing, and no one noticed that there was a star sitting in this closed cabin at this moment.
The flight attendants walked around and didn't fucking notice.
Sitting by the window, Lu Wen dozed off with his head up. The script covering his face gradually tilted with the bumps of his body, and slid down his right face to his shoulders.
Lu Wen's agent was sitting next door, with a cropped cut, black-rimmed glasses, and a pair of Nikes that he spent a lot of money on. He picked up the script across the partition, rolled it into a tube, and tapped Lu Wen on the shoulder.
Lu Wen opened his eyes and straightened his neck.
He has no sunglasses, mask, or make-up. He has a clean face—wheat-colored skin, prominent browbones, high nose bridge, smooth and three-dimensional outline, full of masculinity. But a pair of eyes messed things up, the tails of the eyes were round but not sharp, and the silkworms under the eyes were plump, adding a bit of pure boyishness to this face full of male hormones.
Not long ago, he finished filming a costume drama, and his temples were torn by the wig and turned red allergy, like a small wound. Those who didn't know thought he had a fight with someone outside.
Sun Xiaojian said: "I joined the group in the afternoon, thanks to you being able to sleep."
Lu Wen rubbed his eyes: "I'm in the group, not in prison, why can't I sleep?"
Sun Xiaojian grabbed the partition sideways and whispered, "Can it be the same this time as before? This time you are the number one male. If you go to prison, you must be a serious criminal."
Lu Wen also turned over, grabbed the partition and faced Sun Xiaojian face to face, with joy in his brows: "So I'm sleepy, I was so excited that I didn't fall asleep most of the night."
At this time, the stewardess passed by and reminded gently: "Sir, please sit down."
In the entertainment industry, the first-line is a big name, and the second-line is also very popular; the third-line is low-priced, but they can be regarded as famous; Fans; the eighth line is best to buy their own fans to maintain their dignity.
Those who should not know each other even if they meet each other, are collectively referred to as eighteen lines.
As a small 18th-tier actor, Lu Wen has appeared in four or five TV dramas, each of which is a small supporting role for the male No. 5 and later, and the scenes ended before he became familiar.
After being in the industry for a year and a half, he has no fans, no team to take care of everything, only Sun Xiaojian, a rookie with no experience and no connections, acts as his agent and assistant.
However, Sun Xiaojian is very conscientious, just like the accompanying parent of a senior high school student. The most important thing is that he is full of hope for Lu Wen, and he firmly believes that Lu Wen will one day become a big hit and become a dazzling star in the entertainment industry.
The wings brushed over the misty clouds, and after a three-hour flight, the unconsecrated morning star circled to the southwest region and landed slowly in the mountain city of Chongqing.
Passengers got off the plane one after another, and Lu Wen stood up, standing out from the crowd at 1.88 meters tall.
He unfolded a long trench coat and put it on, only he could wear it, if it were Sun Xiaojian, he might drag the floor. The inside is a simple T-shirt with a pair of Chinos and a pair of canvas shoes on the feet.
After getting off the plane, Lu Wen strode forward with his long legs, leaving Sun Xiaojian far behind. Walking straight to the terminal building, he stopped, standing in the crowd of people coming and going.
Sun Xiaojian caught up and said, "Just now I contacted the drama manager, and he said that there is a car coming to pick him up, and he will send me the license plate number immediately."
This is the normal state of the 18th line. At Jiangbei Airport, which is ranked number one in the country, there are no fans chasing, no passers-by asking for a group photo, no airport fashion photos, and even no crew reception in advance, and they have to be hung up for a while.
Lu Wen couldn't stay idle, and said, "Then go out and wait, anyway, the crew's car has a sign, so it's easy to find."
There were a lot of cars parked outside, and the two of them walked along the white line one after the other. According to past experience, it was probably a nanny car. They had caught up with extremely poor crews and had ridden in broken bread.
Lu Wen scanned a row of cars, saw the one in front, and stopped immediately.
Sun Xiaojian poked his head out from behind, followed Lu Wen's line of sight, and pushed his glasses in disbelief after seeing clearly: "...I'll wipe it."
A 90% new Porsche Cayenne has just been cleaned and maintained. The lines of the body are glowing faintly, and the windows are more radiant than mirrors. In the driver's seat, the driver's elder brother has a shirt and tie, and looks good.
Lu Wen ran to the production crew many times, and this kind of treatment was the first time in the world. He said without confidence: "Did you make a mistake?"
Sun Xiaojian pouted his chin towards the windshield, and there was a sign on the lower left corner inside, which read: "The First Night" Crew, A1.
For the convenience of planning, each car in the crew will have a number on it, and A1 is the highest grade. There is nothing wrong with the black and white words. Lu Wen increased his confidence and said happily, "Did I become popular during the three hours on the plane?"
Sun Xiaojian used to speak well and obediently, and said: "If you are not popular, you can't sit? You are not playing tricks."
Lu Wen would shine brightly with some sunshine, he nodded: "Yes, I am the number one male this time, and I am the soul of the whole play, and the soul should have the status of a soul."
Sun Xiaojian stepped forward with a wink, and opened the car door. The carriage is covered with brand new carpets, and the leather interior is exquisite and beautiful. There are Shu embroidered pillows on each seat. When you get closer, you can smell a faint fragrance.
Lu Wen threw off the windbreaker handsomely, raised his legs and stepped into the car, and sat on the sofa seat in one go.
The big brother driver was startled, turned around halfway, and looked at Lu Wen and Sun Xiaojian who suddenly appeared in surprise for four or five seconds.
Lu Wen stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers in the air, and said, "Master, do I make you so handsome?"
The driver came back to his senses and greeted hesitantly: "Are you...going to the film crew?"
"That's right, we just got off the plane." Sun Xiaojian said, "Don't be dazed, help us pack our luggage."
The driver got out of the car to help, looked at them while carrying the box, and couldn't help but confirm again: "Are you going to the "First Night" crew?"
"Could it be wrong?" Sun Xiaojian said, "The drama management is not very reliable. You have arrived, but you didn't issue the license plate number earlier. Fortunately, this car is conspicuous."
Lu Wen felt thirsty, so he unscrewed the Perrier water prepared in the car, and handed Sun Xiaojian a can of Coke by the way. He took a sip and asked, "Master, how long will it take to arrive at the crew?"
The driver replied: "Almost... an hour and a half."
Lu Wen frowned, feeling that the driver was dragging his feet and faltering every word. There are two drivers in his family, one old and one young, and he always abides by three principles: answer accurately, move quickly, and drive steadily.
It was getting late, he said, "Okay, let's go."
The driver did not move, but looked around the terminal building, and finally asked suspiciously: "Director Liu went in to pick you up, didn't you see him?"
Outside the airport pick-up port, a well-dressed middle-aged man waited for a long time. His surname was Liu, and he was the production director of the crew of "The First Night".
The VIP channel tended to be deserted, and Qu Yanting was the last one to board the plane before takeoff, and was almost the last one to leave the cabin when it landed. He knew someone was waiting for him, but the further he walked, the slower his pace became uncontrollably.
Director Liu saw Qu Yanting's figure sharply, waved his hand immediately, and shouted enthusiastically: "Qu Bian, we haven't seen each other for a while!"
Hearing the voice, Qu Yanting clenched the hand holding the suitcase tightly. When Qianqian approached, he held the other's outstretched palm and said, "Long time no see, I didn't expect to ask you to pick me up."
"Where is it?" Director Liu said with a smile, "The car is right outside, I will send you to the hotel to rest first."